Part 51

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The mornings gentle breeze comes over me as I lay awake near the tender sea. It leaves me with a crisp touch.
I wish to be warm in your arms. To listen to your hearts sweet symphony as I lay my head on the barrier of your heart. To simply escape time for the time we have I feel is not enough. Tell me if this is love as I fear I cannot put such a feeling into words.

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